At this point, our beauty experts have taken one look at your face and declared, "We can make you a masterpiece...but it's going to cost you an arm, a leg, and a kidney."
We'll start by injecting a special serum into your bloodstream, because who needs a functioning circulatory system, anyway? Then we'll subject you to a 48-hour period of intense, sleep-deprived meditation, where you'll be forced to stare at a blank white screen and repeat the phrase, "I am ugly, I am ugly, I am ugly," until the words start to bleed off your brain.
After that, we'll apply a series of increasingly painful, yet somehow aesthetically pleasing, beauty treatments. Because, let's face it, beauty is pain.
But wait, there's more! If you've made it this far, congratulations! You'll be granted access to our exclusive, invite-only, underground Beauty-Club VIP Lounge, where you'll get to mingle with the other victims...I mean, clients...we've...ahem... "transformed." Learn more here.
And, as a special bonus, you'll get to sign a waiver stating that we're not, in fact, responsible for any permanent damage or loss of sanity caused by our processes.
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